Sunday, 26 November 2017
Who doesn't love free books? I know, I know...it is treason as a writer to say "free book downloads", an unforgivable crime for participating in such activity, because how will authors survive....(insert eye-roll here). If you are into writing for the money...good for you...but for the rest of us mere mortals who likes free stuff, I have a great link for free book downloads, courtesy of my very nerdy friend who loves DB Super and all things cool!
LIBGEN.IO ....thanks Owen.....
Friday, 24 November 2017
Much to any writer's chagrin documents do not appear to be safe on cloud storage. I hailed the blessings of Dropbox in an earlier post, but seems the celebration was premature. Once more the pain of having lost all writings and musings, no matter how inept, stings sharp and bright in my inky heart.
It would seem my beloved Dropbox has a nasty bug, causing files to be deleted and/or corrupted. What is a word-smith to do in such adversarial conditions?
The first step would be to not solely rely on one form of cloud storage...(an obvious point which I should have foreseen ages ago.) The second step...accept the fact that all the work is lost, perhaps it was so terrible that the digital void did me a favour by deleting it sporadically.
So...if this happened to you...take a breath and start again. See it as an opportunity for a fresh start that is uninfluenced by previous scribblings and that ever-present temptation to simply "fix" that last draft (we all know it ends up in the "rewrites" folder never to be fixed).
Friday, 1 September 2017
The Rat by Sacha Hope
I once knew a rat.
He was toothy, furry and fat, bitey and slimy and full of scat.
This rat, oh, this rat! Believing he was all that,
would race on the red mat.
The stench from his lying teeth curdling stewing beef.
Graceless, greedy paws always searching for the next victim to claw.
Gleefully the rat would race along his imagined red, red mat.
Pilfering what he can along the way, I dare not advise any to stay.
For this greedy, pilfering rat will not stop until his insides go splat.
Sadness, loud and clear ring through silent eyes,
Yet again you dealt in lies,
Eyes sombre and true never knew,
The freedom you feel by toying with our ties.
Would you weep, miss me when I die?
Would you chase another, continuing to vie for power?
Here I remain, prisoner, in your wretched tower.
Here I would die alone and anonymous,
Fed on lies.
Thursday, 31 August 2017
To My Lover by Sacha Hope
Gentle lover, how I wish to feel your embrace,
Your hands, your kiss, your face.
Dear lover how I wish time did not part,
How often do I ponder the life we could start?
Fearful lover, you turn from grace,
You push and retreat to an unknown space.
Harsh lover, you pained me in many ways,
Foolishly I stay.
Dog-loyal and convinced love unconditional being all you need,
Oh wicked lover! Do you see me bleed?
Aging by Sacha Hope
Woe betide winter eyes staring lifelessly at the wall,
Years waning, skin failing, hair greying.
What devilry is this?
Was I not in the cusp of youth but a few summers back?
Crows leave their feet,
Skin burn and sag,
The youthful bounce in shiny mane replaced by crackling straw.
When did vision become foggy?
When did it become effort to play?
Why would youth not stay?
Woe betide those poor fools seeking,
Desperately clinging to fleeting spring days,
For we all must surrender to winter and if we are lucky,
Being graced with age, golden and sage.
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Glass Heart by Sacha Hope
Cultural Gleanings by Deanne Charlton
Fringling by J.D. Harpley - Astral
Poseidon's Tears by E.L. Johnson
The Curl of Emma Jean by Michele
The Price by Samuel Peralta
Growing Simon by Jo West
The Terrible Discovery of Professor
Charles Cooper by Jonathan Cromack
The Last Star by D.L. Orton
My Darlings by P.K. Tyler
The Tombstone Man and the Coming
of the Tigress by Nillu Nasser Stelter
In The Periphery by Erica Ruhe
Exhale by Laxmi Hariharan
Ifrit by Brent Meske
Swim With The Beavers by Robert
The Least Child by Daniel Arthur Smith
Consciousness by Zig Zag Claybourne
Her by Rebecca Poole
The Apple by Shebat Legion
Becoming Mage by Melanie Lamaga
Dear Little Rat by Sacha Hope
Dear little rat, bitey and knowing
The furrow on yellow teeth glowing
Blood newly drawn as it drips coppery rich at dawn
Dear little rat the pain of pleasure you bring
Falling, tumbling, dead by broken swing
Dear little rat you know just how deep to bite
Make me leap in fright
High pitched wailing
Silent screams begging for sweet release
Teeth gnawing, sinews snapping
My dear little rat yapping in pleasure
My heart treasure
Ever under pressure from gleaming teeth
My dear little rat, sweet little brat
May you go splat
Sewer rat by Sacha Hope
Ever scurrying, searching, needing patches of sweet light
Rat, mottled and rotten, scurries from the latest fright
Demon gloom in the sewers below
Lurks a threat all to known
Yet rat i be and abandon ship
Climbing dank, slimey stone, almost reaching that desired light
Slipping, falling, squealing with all its might
Sewer rat, dazed with fright, scampers
Refusing to embrace the dark yet never obeying light
Sewer rat ever race in unknowing twilight